Due to the ridiculous problems I have been having with wordpress and not being able to log in when I feel llike posting, I have jumped ship and am now HERE. The buttons are all there. Oh PlanetBox, I heart you. Now, I have a PlanetBox.

My musings, my thoughts, my heart, my life. Catching His Breath - A tale of Childhood Asthma. I remember where I was when the phone call came. I was curled up in the basement in our oversized, black, leather chair. Who was it that said that the days are long but the years are short? Silas Philip - His Birth Story.

I cannot go to the local Italian Centre Shop without being tempted by some fabulous European chocolate. I spotted a luscious rum dark-chocolate truffle bar and the cheeky bugger jumped immediately into my cart. Please to note, my Fry was also in the cart. Not sitting still, but walking and crawling and generally fidgeting about, as is her fashion.

There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms. I am columnist, journalist as well.